Ward of Yasoyama
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Yasoyama, the most prestigious mental hospital in the country, the place where the toughest cases are sent, as well as the ones who can pay top dollar for treatment. However, when surrounded by the midnight darkness, its hard not to become unsettled.
Rp.
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Cobalt sits in the corner of his room talking to himself (the voices in his head).
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Okarin picks himself up off of his desk, it had been a long day and due to having multiple all-nighters in a row, he fell asleep at some point in the afternoon, now it was midnight, he was awoken by a text from a nurse saying that due to a family matter he would have to cover for her night shift. With a groan, he stands up, running his hand through his hair and after chugging down the remain ants of a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold, he picked up the meds he needed to deliver from the next door pharmacy and began to walk down the halls, eventually reaching Cobalts room. Giving a little knock, he walks in, “Hey, buddy, how’ve you been?” He asks, crouching down to look him in the eye.
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Cobalt glances at him before he goes back to talking to himself. A wild grin was spread across his covered mouth and he has that same wildness in his eye as usual.
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Okarin glances down at his chart, 2 cc of Cerabelladryl, it read. He runs his hand through his hair, pulling a syringe from kit by his shoulder, “Says here you can’t take medicine orally…” He pulls out a small vial of clear liquid looking to be slightly thinner than water and measures out the proper ammount, double-checking there’s no air bubbles in the needle, “…sorry about this, but you shouldn’t feel a thing, this chemical has a side-effect of numbing the nerves it comes directly in contact with, pretty cool, huh?” He kneels down on one knee, slowly approaching Cobalt in a non-threatening way.
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Cobalt looks to him but as soon as he sees the syringe he backs away his eyes narrowing. “Keep away from me.”
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Okarin caps the syringe and places it on the ground next to him, taking a seat in front of Cobalt. He had somewhat expected this to happen, late-night med rounds were never easy in his experience. “Alright, I won’t touch you.” he gives a tired, wry smile, leaning on one hand, “you wanna talk then?”
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Cobalt looks up at him pulling his legs to his chest though it was difficult since he couldn’t use his arms, “Why do I have to wear this thing all the time?”
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“Ah…” Okarin frowns sympathetically, “You’re classified as potentially dangerous to personell here,” he glances down towards his chart again, “I’m not generally on your case, so I don’t know much save for what medicine you need, but the other doctors are afraid you might hurt them.”
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Cobalt frowns and looks down a bit of his normal self showing through, “I never wanted to hurt anyone. I didn’t want any of this to happen.” He looks to Okarin with tears in his eyes, “Please make it stop. Please just make this all end!” His head drops as he starts to cry his white hair covering his face and he tries to curl up more.
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Okarin sits up a little bit, “it’s alright, no one here blames you, alright? You don’t need to beat yourself up over it.” He slowly reaches for the syringe, “This’ll help clear your head, will you let me give it to you?”
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Cobalt shakes his head, “It doesn’t help it just makes everything go numb but it doesn’t help.” he cries more and rocks back and forth.
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Okarin crosses his legs and flips over one of the sheets of paper on his clipboard, “well… Yes, that’s going to happen… But let me explain.” He pulls out a pen from his lab coat pocket and draws a quick sketch of a brain, it didn’t look good but it was accurate. He points to an area of the brain, “You see, in your brain, there are receptors here, and certain chemicals that go here, but yours are out of whack. What we’re trying to do is fix it with a trial drug regiment.” He picks up the needle again, “but with this, it should recalibrate that, but while it does that, it has a sort of numbing quality.” He turns the page on the clipboard again, pointing to a spot on the chart, “we’re switching your meds in about too weeks, and that should help too, but you’ll need to take this.” He gives Cobalt an expression with just a touch of desperation in his expression, “So please, can you take it?”
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Cobalt looks down then he slowly moves back over to Okarin and sits down infront of him his head low but he nods. “Okay”
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Okarin gives a relieved sigh and a kind smile, picking up and uncapping the syringe, “Thank you! You shouldn’t feel a thing…” He presses the needle into the muscular part of Cobalt’s arm, then he stands up, putting his hands in his lab coat pocket, “I need to finish my job now, but I’ll check in on you in the morning.